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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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For the angsty romance prompts, #6?

"i am sor-" "don't you dare apologize."

"I am sor-" "don't you dare apologize" from Angsty Romance Prompt List

Probably not that angsty, I just can't hurt this character

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Reverie

"Astarion?"

He sits motionless with an empty stare into the darkness. His eyes are open wide and his lips moving as if he is whispering. The vampire is completely naked.

How long has he been like that?

He doesn't notice you. His whole world is probably shrunk to the dark chamber of his mind. Elven trance. Or more like its twisted version when Astarion just has to relive the same horrid events over and over again?

Reverie - the Elven trance - is the way for Tel'Quessira to remember their long lives. But what if your long life was just a parade of horrors until recently?

"Astarion, can you hear me?"

Nothing. He isn't here.

You aren't sure what to do. Wake him up? Put the blanket over his naked body? Just sit there till he returns to reality?

What?

You sit beside him and gently touch his hand. It's cold like marble. You study his veins visible through the pale skin.

"Astarion, wake up."

And again, nothing. You put your hand on his back, touching the edges of the scars.

The thought of how painful it was for him makes you sick.

Vampires are stuck in time. Their regeneration is nothing but reclaiming the state of the body at the moment of death. That's why Astarion's hair doesn't grow. And when Cazador would flay his skin, it healed within the moments - and then, the vampire lord flayed it again. And again. And again.

The only thing that can leave permanent marks is silver.

The silver dagger cut those awful symbols onAstarion's back. And it will always remind him of the past. Nothing will ever make up for this.

You try to be as gentle as possible, caressing his skin as if it were the cat's fur. Careful, thoughtful.

Then, you wrap your hands around his waist and place the cheek on his back as if trying to hear the heartbeat.

Suddenly, his body tenses. Astarion jumps on his feet, making you fall on the wooden floor. His face is distorted with anger.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

You stand up and reach out for him but he bares the fangs. He looks like a wounded predator, dangerous and desperate.

"I am not touching you. What was it?"

"Nothing," he mutters. "Fuck! Why?!"

"Why what?"

He steps back as if you've hit him.

"How can I be with you if I can't trust you?!"

Oh no.

His back.

It's not like he forbade you from touching it. But he said to you at least a few times not to touch it without consent.

You violated his boundaries. This innocent touch was like torture to Astarion. What is worse, caused by you.

"I am sorry-"

"Don't you dare apologize! You knew what you were doing!"

Whatever you say now, it will make it worse. Much worse.

"What next, Tav? What else will you want to do to me when I am in reverie? When I am unconscious?"

Suddenly Astarion gets silent as if finally noticing he is naked.

You leave the room, carefully closing the door, the feeling of guilt and self-blame scorching your brain.

… A few hours later, you sit on the roof of the inn, watching the town. It's dark and quiet at night, as if abandoned.

You hear the soft steps behind you. Astarion, fully clothed, looks at you with his crimson eyes that glow a bit.

"Listen… Tav... I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"Never mind. Should have chosen a different way to wake you up."

He sits beside you. "I was re-living the moments when those scars were engraved on my skin. Over and over again. I knew it wasn't real, I knew it was just a memory, but the the pain was so real, I couldn't do anything."

"Astarion, I promise I won't touch the scars ever again!"

He chuckles and then puts off his shirt as if feeling hot.

"I need you to touch them. Please. I want to forget. I need to forget!"

He sits on the edge of the roof, and you crawl away a bit, so his back is right in front of your chest. Astarion does look like a marble statue. Cold white skin and no breathing.

You carefully touch the upper scars, caressing them with your fingers. Astarion doesn't move.

You intensify your touches, stroking his back and drawing invisible figures on his skin.

"You know… Silver feels like melted steel. I thought I would die of pain and shock the moment he touched me. But it was only the beginning. It took him a few days to finish the poem. Well, we both didn't need to sleep, after all."

You plant a kiss in the center of the scars, and Astarion shivers.

"I couldn't die. Because I was already dead."

You put your hands on his shoulders. No one will ever hurt him. He won't allow it. You won't allow it. You are his, and he is yours.

"Tav..."

"Hm?"

"You see the scars every day. How repulsive do they look?"

"They don't."

"Tav, for fuck's sake..."

You touch his curls and make Astarion look at you. "They don't. I feel sick when I think about how you got them. I tremble every time I realize that when I was happy, when I had fun, when I cheered - you were tortured at that dungeon with no hope to escape. But the scars themselves don't look that awful. I thought so the moment I saw them for the first time. I still think so."

He smiles and kisses your forehead. Your heart melts.

"So, I can touch your back now, or I still should ask first?"

"Don't ask. Let's… limit consent to strictly sexual things, if I can word it this way."

"Deal."

"And about what happened earlier. I am sorry-"

You smile and put your thumb against his lower lip.

"Don't you dare apologize."

Tel'Quessira - Elves ("the people")

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anlian-aishang · 5 months

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For the practice drabble thingie, Sweat/Scent kink? 👁️ 👁️

I just. k n o w. I have this headcanon that Levi always uses baby/scented powder to avoid sweating so much on expeditions/missions, but maybe one day he just runs out of it or rushes out of his room, so Levi gets flustered or self-conscious for the rest of the day or smth, idk I don’t think he would smell **that much**, but… still, he smells pretty masculine, yknow?👁️👁️

Tags: levi x reader [mutual pining], sfw [but fetish-based material], sweat & scent stuff, canonverse, gn!reader Word count: 2700 A/N: Holy hell, thank you, this is exactly what I wanted. nsfw sequel is in the works <3

It was his fucking day off.

Levi was the most cautious when it came to anticipation. Sights no one should have to see had scarred him to the point of learning: if you never got your hopes up, nothing could let you down. That thought rained on most of his parades, but he supposed there was little letdown to be had when it came to the likewise little things. On returns from expeditions, he allowed himself to look forward to the removal of his heavy gear and tight belts. When the smell of fresh-baked bread wafted through the barracks, he let his tongue salivate and his stomach sing. Today would have been his first day off in - he couldn’t even remember - god knows how long. Last night, his stagnant stoicism seemed to float away, head in clouded daydream of how to make this day perfect.

But some days weren’t meant to be perfect.

Instead of birds chirping and the first rays of sunlight that Levi anticipated, it was a series of harsh knocks at the hour of indigo sky that woke him up. Levi startled out of sleep, snapping up with a breathless gasp.

In hindsight, maybe he should’ve said nothing, maybe then they would’ve left him alone. However, being woken suddenly, though a common occurrence, almost always meant disaster in the Scouts. His voice cracked a barely audible “W’What?” No response. Levi coughed and cleared his throat, the return of his scathing tone, “What?”

The knob swiveled. His door creaked. In the shadows of dawn stood a domineering, a commanding, six-foot figure. The leisurely pace with which he entered the room conveyed that there was no life-or-death emergency, and thus no good reason, for having barged in here on his day off. Levi rolled his eyes and scowled, “I didn’t say ‘come in.’”

Erwin ignored his remark and instead cut to the chase. “Supply transports were raided in Trost.”

His mind already set in vacation mode, it was remarkable how quickly his knowledge of the restock had left him, “What?”

“Tug-of-war with the Garrisons and MPs, scouring over the leftover scraps of the materials that were supposed to be.”

“The hell do the MPs need anything for?”

“I’m headed to the capital to find out.”

Too tired to think - let alone attempt - to disguise his confusion. Levi’s brows arced, lips parted as he tried to piece together what the hell this had to do with him. When it dawned, his trademark pout revived.

“...No.”

“So you’ll take my stand, running morning drills in -” Erwin checked his pocket watch - “twenty minutes.”

“I’m off today.” Levi refuted. “Get Miche or Hange to do it.”

“They’re coming with me.” Erwin’s eyes were dead set, nearly offended, don’t you know I’ve thought of this already? “Unless, of course, you want to make the trip.”

To yak with the higher-ups? He would sooner crawl through mud.

Though he was given a choice, he took pity at his situation: “Bullshit…” Levi cursed beneath his breath, his version of whining.

Impatient, Erwin tapped his foot, “Are you going to get up or would you like to sit here and talk about our feelings?” The commander’s voice was starkly monotone, despite the sarcasm dripping in his statement.

Levi could play that card, too. “Are you going to leave or are you just here to watch my bare ass roll out of bed?”

Right. Erwin turned on his heel, door slammed in his wake.

His impulse was to throw his head back on his pillow and an arm over his face, but twenty minutes - he didn’t even have the time for that. Levi bunched his sheets in his hands, so angry that his fists trembled, and swiveled his legs over the edge of his bed. A pang of nausea and a sharp headache, his body was pissed at him for the violent disruption of his sleep cycle. Levi held his forehead in hand and shook, blame eyebrows, not me.

Levi’s limbs felt heavy, like he had just come indoors from a rainstorm. Clouds of colorful swears and harsh grunts propelled him through his morning routine. A three-minute shower, trimming his bangs, toothpaste and mouthwash followed by tea. One of many identical uniforms was laid out on his dresser, but before that…

From head to toe - undercut nape, under the arms, the shelf of his pecs, between his thighs, and finally his feet - Levi always applied a handful of drying agent. At this time of year, headquarters could seriously reek, and Levi refused to contribute to that filth. Pressing his lips together and stifling a yawn, he turned the container upside down. Lips parted, though, when nothing fell out.

Shake. Shake shake.

A blockage, a clump, maybe? But there was no sound. The slightest of twitches in his fingers as Levi delicately, anxiously, twisted off the cap and peered inside.

That’s right. He had made a mental note yesterday, that part of his day off would be dedicated to visiting the market, buying tea leaves, some new briefs, and his astringent powder - all items he was too mortified to order through the Corps. Given the thieving that had just happened, it was not like those supplies would’ve arrived anyway, but now, he would not have the freedom to go out and get them.

With the jar completely open, he considered a few shakes in vain, but the bottle was so empty that he could see the reflection of his dark-circled eyes in the bottom of it. Levi allowed himself a heavy, exasperated sigh as he set the empty vessel back on his bathroom countertop just to loudly smack it into the trash can. Fucking shit.

At least he had showered, but peering out the window and onto the training grounds, he could already see waves of heat radiating off the pavement. Come noon, it would be far worse. Clock ticking, for now, his only solution was to cut down on layers. It was then that he realized how little leniency the uniform lent. Gritting his teeth, Levi reluctantly left his top drawer shut, forgoing his undershirt and underwear. Walking past his mirror, his reflection caught his own eyes: his ivory skin barely yet noticeably peeking through the buttons of his grey shirt. Goddammit, he ripped the brown, canvas coat off its hanger and crossed it tight across his chest. To the harmony of his soles on wooden floor, his inner voice melodized: Could an outfit be both breathable and modest?

Levi could not bring himself to abandon his cravat, so instead of tying it beneath his collar, he let it sling out his back pocket, at the ready to grasp for when he needed to wipe his sweat away. That moment was inevitable, but he preferred not to think about it. He ran his fingers through his hair, base of his hand lingered on his widow’s peak, grinding pressure away like a mortar and pestle. Whatever, he tried to assure himself, as long as no one was around…

At first, he thought he might manage. If they got close enough, they would surely notice the glimmer shining upon his skin. However, by terse orders and points of his fingers, he had maintained a perpetual distance from the hoard of trainees. He was more of a hands-on kind of teacher, opting to join them as they ran laps or learned to grapple through trees. Today, though, he was standing in the shade several yards from the action. If anyone gave him shit for lazying aside, he had an excuse in that he wasn’t even supposed to be on-call today anyways. However, perhaps because he looked particularly irritable and scary, no one dared question his bystanding.

Then came you.

“Levi?”

It was the first time you had ever seen startle on the captain. A simultaneous, steep flinch in each of his shoulders. Hairs stood on end, he whipped his gaze around, “What? What’re you doing here?”

The sight of panic on someone so fearless, it caused you to fret by proxy. “I - I uh…” You had never second-guessed him before, you had never had to. “I’m covering for -”

“Erwin?”

You knit your hands behind your back, a sheepish grin, “He said you’d need help. You know, given the heat…”

Levi crossed his arms and bit the inside of his cheek. How shitty could that oaf be? The truth was that this heat was getting to everyone, yet in his fluster, Levi was sure that not only Erwin knew about his secret susceptibility, but that he had spilled it to the last person Levi wanted to know. No words seemed adequate for response, so instead, he kicked his foot against the barrack wall, leaned back, and deferred to silence.

Something was off, your eyes darted in search for it. His cheeks had been tainted a light red. Luckily, you chalked it up to the temperature, though Levi knew that was not the sole factor. His hair was slicker than its usual light-and-airy allure, you figured he had just gotten out of the shower. That was true, but this damp was sweat, not soap. Your gaze started to descend down his body, and on the way, you noticed it: no cravat.

A dog without a collar. A missing puzzle piece. Mildly irksome yet disproportionately intriguing. It was like he had read your mind, the mocking timing with which he reached back into his pocket and lifted the cloth to his forehead, sighing and swiping. After a couple wringing flicks of his wrist, he folded it and shoved it inside the lining of his tan jacket. His left hand tucked it away, hidden, while his right hand lifted the coat away from his chest, granting him the space to do so. Again, his own state snagged his attention - the dark, drenched patch of fabric at his underarm jumped out like a bug on a wall. Fiercely, he snatched his jacket shut again, praying to whatever was out there that you had not seen.

And though you had not seen the soak of his shirt, his odd behavior was garnering more and more of your attention. Cruelly, that made him sweat even more: not only the sun’s rays, but the blaze of your stare burning onto his skin. He cursed the thickness of his leather boots, the ODM gear that strapped his clothing tight to his skin, the turn of events that had brought you to this moment, his stupid genetics, and his even stupider feelings for you. Thoughts spiraling, humidity could mess with him in ways that titans could not.

If you thought hard about it, you may have realized that his humidity induced the same haze in you. Bangs glued to his forehead. Chest rose high and fell deep - combined with his light panting - made your brain boggle. Now and then, a clear bead of sweat would fall from his temple, down his jawline and neck, before disappearing down his collar - where you noticed that his top button was uncharacteristically undone.

The loud pop! as he uncorked his canteen broke both of your thirsts. Head tilted far back, Adam’s apple deliciously bobbed as he gulped down his water. Lips absentmindedly fallen, your eyes drank as he did.

Levi recognized, pretending that he hadn’t noticed your stare had thus far failed to shake it. He scoffed internally: someone could use some self-awareness, he was literally dripping with it. With a straight-on side-eye, he maintained eye contact as he gradually lowered the canteen from his lips, only to thrash it and splash it upwards into his own face. Still, you gaped like an idiot. Finally, Levi decided: if you were going to be this indulgent, he would be, too. Maybe then, you’d realize. Levi thumbed a leaking drop from the corner of his mouth. After briefly sucking the digit dry, his tongue snuck between his lips to slowly lick them clean.

Stone-cold steel eyes and his soft pink tongue - that was what it took to break your concentration. Immediately, you snapped your gaze down to your toes and silently mouthed sorry.

Despite the heat, shivers somehow managed to seize his figure. With your gaze averted, you thankfully missed them. However, when you no longer had your sight to rely on, other senses instinctively took over. Particularly, scent: aged sandalwood, burnt charcoal, bitter tea. On the training grounds, these smells did not come naturally. And if it were anyone else, you may have cringed at the combination of scents, but upon realization of the one and only source of this musk, you felt your middle warm with inexplicable satisfaction.

Meanwhile, he was squirming: fuck, how badly he wanted to hit the showers. If Erwin had left this assignment to him, he had every right to leave it to the next person. The thing was, that next person was you, the blinking, doe-eyed, fresh promotion who hardly knew their blades from their gas. If you were anyone else, he could see himself saying: take this cash, head to the square and stop at this stand, buy the tallest bottle they have and bring it back to me. Say a word, you’re dead.

But you were the entire reason he strove to keep this secret under wraps. To give you such orders would essentially be a confession, erasing the whole point. Between a rock and a hard place, Levi stood frozen in fever.

The air was thick with moisture and silence. With each breath, the memory of that canteen escapade and his intensifying aura seemed to suffocate you. Internally, he was simmering over how to shoo you away from his disgusting sorry state. On the other hand, you were parsing over how to excuse yourself without being rude.

The 10:00 bell rang, you used it to craft a feigned excuse, “If you’ve got things under control -”

“I do.” In some ways, he did. In others, absolutely not.

“- I’m supposed to help mess out with lunch.”

Levi knit his brows, seemed unlikely, but he would not object. With a slight flick of his head, his gesture released you from post and encouraged you inside.

At the door frame and with his back turned, you could not help but take one last look. At his last end and assuming you had departed already, he finally shouldered that Scouts jacket off, revealing his light-grey button up having turned dark with his sweat. His fist clutched his collar and fanned ferociously, allowing his skin to breathe. Inaudible to the other, you both simultaneously reprieved, “Fuck me…”

At 11 on the dot, Levi and the platoon of morning athletes were in the cafeteria line. So what if it meant they called it quits prematurely? Inside, no one was complaining. Levi was relieved that he did not find you there, hopeful that you were in your room avoiding heat stroke, and oddly satisfied to have correctly suspected your “cafeteria-duties” bluff earlier.

Levi looked like he had been rained on then dunk-tanked. At least, that was how his squad put it, jeering and elbowing, “What happened to you out there?”

They didn’t want to know. He didn’t want them to know. Most of all, he would rather forget this day ever happened. He took his steel tray and made for his room to eat in private - but more importantly, to shower again.

The venture back to his quarters seemed to drag - maybe it was because the dampness of his clothes had weighed him down, or maybe it was because the empty, lone quiet of the halls allowed his consciousness to echo loud and clear: humiliating, huh?

He could not deny that it was fucking humiliating, but for as scathing as the memory of that embarrassment was, the recollection of your rose-colored stare was just as impactful. All along, he had feared that if you witnessed his weakness to heat - more so the sweat and stench that came with it, it would have sent you running the other direction. Self-doubt suggested: they did end up running, though. That mess-hall excuse, them being them, they were probably trying not to offend you as they took cover from your reek. Self-confidence objected, but remember the way they looked at you? Don’t play dumb. You know that look anywhere. They like you - and hell - maybe they liked it.

On his doormat, a tall white bottle and a handwritten note confirmed the latter.

Seemed like you were missing something… …not that I think you need it. - (Y/N)

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good-omens-headcanons · 3 months

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CW/TW: Long headconon (could also be seen as a fanfic prompt), very sad, HIV crisis, losing people

I headconon that Crowley made a bunch of queer friends in the 70s and 80s in different queer clubs, pubs and pride parades.

And when the HIV crisis started he was among those queer women who supported gay men and went to protests. During his work there he was the one who cheered people up, gave people a shoulder to cry on and was regularly getting into rows/fights with judgmental people. He is fondly remembered by the old queers for what he did.

But he often visited Aziraphale then and it happened several times that he just fell on his knees, buried his head in Aziraphale's lap, grabbing his clothes and absolutely bawling his eyes out. Not just because his friends were dying (he got used to that over the centuries) but because they were dying fast and young, a lot of them were dying alone, left by their families and judgmental friends, because of the stigma, the treatment by doctors, the hopelessness, because there was nothing he could do, was allowed to do.

And Aziraphale did his best to comfort Crowley. Petting his head, hugging him, holding him, letting him just release all his pain. After that Crowley would often apologize for messing up Aziraphale clothes with tears and snot. But Aziraphale would just dismiss that and gently take his hand, pulling him to the backroom to make some tea, before Crowley could shut his emotions out from him.

However when Freddie died, Crowley entered the bookshop, one nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, utterly drunk and slurred "He's dead". As Aziraphale rose out of his chair to comfort him, gently saying "Oh Crowley", Crowley took the last sip of his whiskey, put the empty bottle on a shelf, turned around and left. Aziraphale didn't see him for the next 9 months. No one at the hospital he volunteered at saw him either. Upon Aziraphale seeing him again and asking where he had been, he just acted like Aziraphale hasn't said anything at all. Aziraphale never asked again and strongly avoids talking about the time of the HIV crisis and the illness and death of Crowley's best friend.

Sometimes now Crowley talks about what he and Freddie got up to at parties. Sometimes Crowley talks about something that happens in pop culture and music and says "Freddie would have loved that" then usually the atmosphere visibly changes and Aziraphale awkwardly finds another topic to talk about.

#anthony j crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #good omens #good omens headcanons #poll #ineffable husbands

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chiprewington · 3 days

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Any HCs for music taste Chip has? Or maybe any songs you relate to him?

Smirks at the camera...

I will always proudly parade the headcanon that Chip is a metalhead. He loves rock and metal, yes. But what utterly wins his heart over is pure heavy metal, with an even finer preference for death metal and screamo. The more inaudible the lyrics the better, in his book!

Which, that sounds silly but also. Instrumental Death Metal would be his best companion. Singing is part of the experience though, he wont scratch that off the list and if he's in the position to he'll happily yell along with it if he's in the position to (Which. Well. Is never these days.)

Sometimes you just need some good music without lyrics to distract you from what you're doing.

These are just His music tastes though. As for music I relate to him... there's not much heavy metal here /SILLY

The Mind Electric - Chonny Jash

My Demons - Starset

Breaking Down - Prevail

CHRONIC WASTING DISEASE - R.I.P. ft. Asterian

Anger - Groundbreaking

#ask #chip revvington #chainsaw consultant #toontown #corporate clash #corporateclash #toontown corporate clash #toontowncorporateclash #ttcc #headcanons

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emeritus-fuckers · 4 months

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How would Terzo act with a chubby S/o?

As a chubby girl myself…yes. -Death

Terzo With a Chubby S/O Headcanons

He/They pronouns used for Terzo.

Let’s start with clearing something up: Terzo loves you no matter your size, shape, height, gender…they’re all over you.

In his eyes, if you’re chubby there’s just more of you for him to love and worship. More perfection to hold.

You ever feel insecure about your size? Ever feel like he’s too good for you? That won’t fly.

There’s no hiding in oversized hoodies or clothes once they’ve caught the scent of insecurity. They are proving to you that you’re beautiful. That you’re worthy of love.

Which often turns into several hours of body worship. The whole night if needed. Whatever it takes for you to feel better.

As well as hand delivered take out from your favourite comfort food restaurant.

If you’re also with Omega, Terzo teams up with him to make you feel better.

Which means hours of cuddles and soft words of praise about your beauty, everything both of them love about you, how complete you make their lives.

Then again Terzo does the same thing alone. They love murmuring to you about how lucky they are to be blessed with your presence.

They also are insistent that you should feel good in everything you wear. He will spare no expense to make sure the clothes you have make you feel sinfully good.

No matter what, they will parade you around proudly. He chose you to be his lover, his partner. You will be shown off. You are absolutely perfect to them.

In order to keep any insecurity at bay, you’re showered in romantic gifts. They put their all into date nights and making you feel like the only person on earth.

Overall, you’re just as loved as anyone else would be with him. Because Terzo loves you will all their heart.

Size will never change that.

Written by Death.

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knapptapp · 1 year

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Valeria x GN!Reader Headcanons

Valeria makes my gay little heart go brrrrrrrrr. I tried to keep it gender neutral if its not please tell me!

Warnings: None

A little bit obsessive in an ownership kind of way

Would 100% keep you to herself if she didn't think it would make you sad

So she just deals with

She just has to show that your hers in other ways

Likes to buy you tons of clothes and dress you up like a little doll

Absolutely loves to see the jewels and diamonds she has bought you on your skin

Don't mention you like something unless you want 50 of them

As much as Valeria loves you she isn't really doing it out of kindness of her heart

She will want a thank you or a favor in return

A Big fan of “Remember when I did that one thing for you?”

Or she does it for her own pleasure

At the end of the day Valeria always gets what she wants

All of her men know not to mess with you

They don't even dare talk to you when Valeria parades you around

100% Will have you sat on her lap at meetings

Oh this is all super confidential? You won't tell will you

After a long day she likes to just flop down right on top of you

Will press her whole body weight onto to you

Don't tell anyone but anytime you two are alone she refuses to let go of you

Hope you can do everything one handed

Will wait outside the bathroom for you like a cat

She just wants to be around you all the time

Loves trying to teach you how to fight

Especially because it always ends with you pinned under her

She only let you win once and never again after that

Has called you every pet name in the book, no doubt about it

Especially loves a classic Mi Amor or cariño and not so classic Pet

Her favorite thing to do is tease you. She will say anything if it'll get you all flustered

Has 20 different backup plans if anything ever happened to her

In the event of her death or arrest she would make sure you are taken care of

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soft-for-them · 1 year

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Being a Lannister - Game of Thrones x plus size reader

Summary: Headcanons of being the youngest Lannister daughter and sibling. The reader is the daughter of Tywin's second wife though there is the rumour that the reader isn't Tywin's child (up to reader to decide because I'm not going to be one of those fuckers who write just for white people by making the reader a full sibling.)

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: Is this that good, meh. I'm I still trying to get used to writing for the GoT characters, yes. So sorry if this isn't the best dfghjkhgf.

. Tywin Lannister loved Joanna with all his heart but sooner or later people would have begun pressuring him to re-marry and that they did.

. Now Tywin wasn’t the type of man to get peer pressured to marry again by anyone, even by the king, he was never going to re-marry just for the sake of marrying and he knew he would never love anyone more than he loved Joanna.

. A proud man Tywin was, the type of man who shifted his focus on to marrying off his own children rather than finding himself a new bride.

. The sneaky noblemen who paraded there scarcely legal daughters around Tywin thought that he’d fall for their beauty but those men where shunned and judged just enough by the widower so that the women in pretty frocks sent by their money hungry fathers came less and less.

. But alas, Westeros is a place of ever changing kingdoms, Kings and Queens coming and going, wars waging on, people hungry for power through any means necessary.

. So when it came out that Tywin Lannister, the cold hearted leader of the house of Lannister, was re-marrying it came to a shock to some and long time coming for others.

. That’s where you come in.

. There are many rumours about you, some good, others bad but let me tell you dear reader your name will go down in history.

. Now whilst it isn’t good to dwell on rumours there is one that stands out, one that you’ll never escape no matter what you do.

. You see before you were even born, rumours of whether or not you’re a true Lannister ran ramped.

. Some say your mother was already with child when she married Tywin, others say that such noble woman couldn’t even have known about sex for she was so pure of heart so she wouldn’t have been pregnant.

. Regardless, your mother and Tywin where married and you were on your way.

. It was a small wedding but one that showed power to the few that attended, it was a warning to anyone who would try fuck the Lannisters over not to, for Tywin didn’t marry your mother for love or an heir, he married her for an upper hand, for political power, for people to see he could take whatever he wanted even if that was your mother who was a mere lady, the daughter of a small lord who just so happened to own a lot of land.

. Tywin knew of the pregnancy rumours straight away; he was never a fool about the chatters of the maids and cooks who commented on his new wife’s growing belly, he saw the looks of the guards and the other noblemen, he had heard of your mother’s past lover and his deadly death.

. None of the Lannisters where ever close to your mother, she was merely a pawn in a big game of chess, a trophy wife who only the poor found to be pretty and the noble found too plain - rather your mother was more like a trophy left on a shelf to gather dust, useless to most.

. You brother Tyrion had told you once when you were little and sad about having no mother, for your mother passed away when you were just a toddler, that you mother did not care for the Lannisters either.

. He told you in hushed tones that she spent most of her time alone embroidering mythical scenes onto cloaks and staring out into space, your brother had told you that she has a wondering mind filled with what he assumed were thoughts of what could have been.

. Her kindness only stretched out to her handmaid, sometimes to Tyrion himself if the weather was right and of course to yourself.

. Her distance was noted by Tywin, maybe that’s why he always tried to be in your life as much as he could.

. He may have been a cold man but somehow he had a soft spot for his youngest daughter and knowing that he tried with you, even if it was all for nothing in the end, always made you a bit of a daddy’s girl.

. As soon as you were born the old man protected you like a lion with his cub.

. Honestly, he never cared if you were his or not, it was blatantly obvious to everyone if you were or not.

. Tywin had your mother’s land, he held her in his iron grip, she was nothing but she gave him so much that only death could take her away.

. So when she died when you were just a toddler you, bastard or not, you were left to the nannies and handmaids.

. When you were little, old enough to walk but young enough that your legs got tired easily, you followed your father and you siblings around like a lost puppy because the maids and nannies did not care for you and you were too young to be sat in one room all day without fidgeting and having a tantrum.

. In those times if people saw Tywin all stern and stoic walking down the corridor there would always be a little chubby you plodding along behind him in your little frilly dresses with a slightly worried guard behind you.

. Now I might have over exaggerated how much Tywin was around, for yes you did stick to him like glue, however had meetings and other lordly stuff to do.

. So yes, you were with the nannies most days but sometime your father would whisk you away.

. I was quite easy for the head Lannister to pick you up and take you away from your lessons so boring and long.

. Sometimes he’d tell you grand stories of past Lannisters. He never left out details of war but he focused on strategies and political things rather than tales of decapitations and impaling.

. Sometimes these stories shaped like fairy tales filled with real world knowledge came when you followed behind your father other times, on the rare occasion, he’d tell you bedtime stories.

. Tywin would also show you the creatures he’d hunted and killed teaching you how to gut and skin the animals.

. Now you might think showing a child a dead animal and teaching them how to skin them would be scary, and yes you were scared of it as a child, but that’s the thing Tywin was never an idiot so he planned it accordingly.

. Days before his hunt he had told you, you only six at the time, about a creature lurking in the woods killing men travelling and stealing their little daughters. None of the story was true but he wanted to plant the thought that the bear he was going to hunt was the bad guy, he wanted to justify to his sunshine daughter that killing the bear was justified.

. Things like that were fairly common, stories and tasks that where shown to teach you a lesson, to mould your brain into something Tywin would be proud of because he hadn’t do the best with his first three children.

. Each one of your three older siblings treated you differently.

. Jaime Lannister was, dare I say, awkward around you. He was well into his young adulthood when you were born, the age gap between siblings was way too big so he never really talked to you, he was never around you.

. Now it’s not like he hated you (unlike a certain twin of his) but you both were too different for the conversations to lead beyond small talk.

. You were, and still are, a plus size woman with wit and brain, a woman who stands tall and proud but has differing opinions to the Lannisters before her. Jaime was a knight and a man stuck in the web of his sister-lover’s lies.

. Still there was a respect between you both, he protected you like older brothers should and you liked the person he became when he untangled himself out his twin’s grasp even if it didn’t last that long.

. Speaking of a certain twin let’s just say you’ve never like your older sister.

. Well let me rephrase it; she’s always hated you so over the years your distaste for her has grown.

. When you were little and wobbly on your feet you’d look up to her tumbling blonde hair and sharp face and think she was truly a princess but her destain towards you the ‘bastard’ child made her mean and harsh.

. She’d poke at you for being plus size, commenting on what you were eating or even taking food away. Stuff that like would make you angry so you’ve grown and learnt not to take her shit.

. “Take this away, she does not need more food.” Cersei would say when a plate of food was placed in front of you.

That day it was only you, her and some other high born ladies eating lunch and because of her being older (literally she was an adult by then and you still a child) she thought she had the power to take away you food.

Now being used to her you took the plate right in front of Cersei’s face her meal filled with rich foods and expensive produce easily gobbling it down with a smirk.

. She’s also do that thing old sisters do when they insist to do your hair.

. Now if you had the same long straight glossy blonde hair that she had then maybe just maybe you’d let her do your hair more often but considering you hair was much different to hers you had dreaded when she wanted to do your hair.

. She’d brush until you hair got fizzy and dry, pull on your roots until it was painful and she'd clip so may heavy hairpieces in that you felt like you head was going to tumble off onto the floor.

. Now when you were older you flat out refused to let her on step near your hair but as a small four or five year old you could never run away from it.

. She did it on purpose, she liked seeing you hurt but she knew that flat out hurting you with her fists of a knife would get her in trouble.

. All her anger and hatred towards you never made you as angry as her, actually you pitied your older sister so much so that you marvel in the fact that you’d never be as miserable as she was in her life.

. (I'm not going to get started on your relationship with her children.)

. The only sibling you really liked was, and still is, Tyrion.

. Where do I start with Tyrion?

. You see Tyrion was already grown when you were born so there was never any real jealously towards you that he might have felt if he was younger and more angry.

. Yes, it still hurt him that his father loved a so called bastard more than him but his wise mind knew that he must protect you, stop you from becoming like his older siblings.

. He taught you many things, often people would find you both reading together.

. If you followed you father around like a little shadow when you were younger than in your teenage years you followed Tyrion around like one too.

. Just imagine it, a taller plush young woman maybe fourteen or fifteen in a full golden gown following behind the shorter gruffer Tyrion like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

. A curious mind you are and Tyrion finds that endearing.

. You’re one of the first people to stand up for him, and without any consequences considering Tywin’s deep love for you.

. People know not to speak ill of Tyrion in you presents for if they did then hellfire would rain down on them.

. You’re a Lannister after all, you might be kind and wise but there are stories of lords with sword scars and ladies who hardly spoke because they crossed you by speaking badly of Tyrion.

. Often you’re sat next to him as dining tables and royal events, if the man turned up to these types of things.

. You’ve learnt may more things from Tyrion, important things that has helped you survive when other Lannisters have died, unlike the stuff you’ve learnt from your tutors boring and simple.

. There was the normal ‘lady like’ lessons taught to you by tutors like sewing, knitting, music and a number of manner lessons but you were also taught politics and writing, mathematics and the sciences, along with how to ride a horse and handle (and hide) a knife.

. There’s no denying that you are a true Lannister by the way you are; you’re a woman who stands proud but are still secretive, with long flowing dresses rich and almost Queen like that flattered you plush body. With the power to change things with just one pointed look and the wit to not die.

. You survived to see the crowning of Barn Stark, you survived and aren’t hated, actually quite the opposite you are loved.

. Though there are more tales to tell of you (Y/n) Lannister those are for another time.

#game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #jaime lannister #jaime lannister x reader #cersei lannister #cersei lannister x reader #tyrion lannister #tyrion lannister x reader #tywin lannister #tywin lannister x reader #x plus size reader #plus size reader #x chubby reader #chubby reader

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dracoxmalereader · 6 months

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Draco x Male Reader Headcanons Pt. 2

Summary: This part is all about what it's like to date Slytherin resident barbie princess Draco Malfoy. Fourth to fifth year. Does get a little angsty (?) towards the end, but it ends on a bittersweet note. Nothing that won't be addressed in part 3. <3

Part 1 | Part 3

Word Count: 808

Clinginess times infinity once you two start dating.

He can't publicly parade you around as his boyfriend for obvious reasons, but he certainly does keep you within arms reach as much as possible.

It takes him a while to warm up to affection because he's not used to it,

But once he does warm up to it, he practically hangs off of you like a koala whenever you guys are alone together.

And even when you're not alone, he tries to show subtle forms of affection.

Will nudge your pinkie finger with his if you're standing in the back of a crowd together,

and 'accidentally' touch your forearm whenever he passes you on his way somewhere.

Absolutely loves the appeal of doing something so secretive

He really just likes keeping secrets with you

He gets even more possessive over you, and his teasing gets less mean and more cheesy.

"You wimpy little Hufflepuff" → "Every Slytherin needs his Hufflepuff"

If you're not pureblood, he stops using words like "mudblood" altogether, even when you're not around.

And if anybody comments on how much closer you guys seem?

"What, you jealous? Who doesn't want to be around the Draco Malfoy?"

He is an absolute sweetheart to you no matter what because Narcissa did NOT raise a bad boyfriend.

He goes to her for every piece of advice he could ever need.

She's quite caught up on the mysterious Hufflepuff her son is obsessed with.

If you were an obnoxiously devoted Slytherin fan before? You're completely insufferable now.

You make the members of the team hand-embroidered robes with their numbers on them and put stickers all over Draco's broom that he totally doesn't show off to his teammates at every given opportunity.

Pretends to be embarrassed or grossed out when you do nice stuff like that for him or the team.

Fails at doing so because he's bright red the entire time and starts stumbling over his words.

You go to every game with green and black facepaint on to show your support, and even make an effort to get there early and hang around after to see Draco.

You start getting picked on by both houses because of it,

Slytherins because you're the "soft little Hufflepuff that's obsessed with Malfoy"

Hufflepuffs because you're the "house traitor with Slytherin family"

Hufflepuffs are especially hard on you about Diggory's death in the tournament too.

Even the other houses think you're a little odd for so loudly supporting an 'enemy' team.

When Draco finds out though he's LIVID.

Tells his dad on anyone that talks smack about you when he's around to hear it,

they're all getting an earful from McGonagall by the turn of the week.

He spends a ridiculous amount of his holiday break at your place with your family,

Who absolutely adore him and have accepted him as one of their own after you introduced him as your boyfriend.

There's a toothbrush and comb in your bathroom for him, he's there that often.

His dad gets suspicious, and if you're pureblood he just tells him that you're really good friends.

If you're not, best believe Draco lied and told Lucius you are.

When the school year ends, he makes his mom help him pick out a parting gift for you.

Gets you expensive stationary to write to him with, and stickers like the ones you put all over his broom.

You two almost get yourselves caught because he won't stop trying to sneak in just one more kiss before you guys part.

Over the summer Narcissa absolutely refers to you as "the cute little Hufflepuff that keeps writing to Draco"

His dad doesn't realize that said 'cute little Hufflepuff' is you, probably thinks you're two different people if he remembers you at all.

Narcissa, however, has her suspicions.

Over the course of fifth year you two get in more and more arguments as Umbridge takes over the school.

Draco is too caught up in the power trip being in her good graces he doesn't notice every time you get another scar on your hand from one of her 'detentions'.

You don't hesitate to start ditching quidditch games and practices to bandage younger students' black quill wounds, too.

You figure you'll wait for him to come to his senses but he doesn't,

not until Umbridge is out of power, then he comes crawling back and asking how you two drifted so far apart.

You tell him off for how he'd acted,

He tries to argue with you,

So you tell him to just break up with you if he's not going to at least apologize.

He doesn't break up with you, of course.

He does, at that point, realize he was in the wrong and apologize.

You don't fail to notice how much slower his letters are over the summer, though.

It's like 2pm and I haven't slept, so let me know if there are any spelling/grammar problems I overlooked while I was proofreading.

It's getting so tense now I almost feel bad leaving tumblr stuck here till tomorrow when I can make a cover for part 3 🤭

I wanted to post a little drabble or two also today </3 what a shame. Maybe I'll make a cover for the drabble I have in mind on picsart on my phone but I'm warning anyone who reads that it WON'T be pretty. I cannot for the life of me do anything on mobile. I don't even know why I bother having a phone.

Draco Malfoy the man you are <3

#draco x male reader #draco malfoy x male reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x reader #harry potter fandom #tagging is hard #lmk if there's any typos #or goofs

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midnightlee25 · 9 months

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Random Yandere Headcanons: Who is easiest to deal with and who is the hardest (Death Parade)

Hardest:

Nona

Ginti

Oculus

They have their movements but are safe for the most part:

Chiyuki

Clavis

There shouldn't be any trouble:

Decim

#yandere #yandere headcanons #death parade #yandere death parade

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vampi-fixx · 2 years

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love bites + love handles

BLEACH; various characters x chubby!reader headcanons

ft. gin ichimaru, Izuru kira, shuhei hisagi, adult!toshiro hitsugaya

tw: 18+ not sfw. all charas are aged up. afab reader. mentions of internalized fatphobia, insecurity, in terms of gin specifically, unhealthy relationship dynamics? (sorry y/n ur man is toxic.) in izuru’s section- mommy kink,, uh lactation, death/dying kink?? idk what i have done lol.

gin ichimaru—;

He likes pet names that point out your chub and veer dangerously close to derogatory i.e. my lil’ swine, my plump dumplin.’ He means these affectionately—or at least as affectionate as he can get—but that doesn’t translate well with his permanent smile, his mocking tone. Even if they weren’t related to your size, surely his delivery would make you wonder if it was something more sinister than teasing. If you ever tell him so, he’s quick to rectify.

“Aw, don’t get yer panties in a knot~” he says, curling his arms around you, squeezing your middle. Another thing he loves doing. Drawing attention to your gut, even if it does make you flustered. “I’m only teasin’ ya.”

Canonically, he loves Rangiku, and while his eyes are almost always closed, he’s certainly not blind to her assets. He likes someone who can fill his arms generously, who he can sink his fangs into better—it gives him the impression that he owns you more fully.

If you’re ever down about your appearance—whether it be as a result of society’s unrealistic beauty standards, a piece of clothing that just won’t sit right on your figure, whatever—he’s awful at comfort. His nature is to antagonize rather than to soothe. But if you were having an especially bad day, and were ever to ask him if he likes your body, he’ll offer you a rare, genuine frown. “‘Course I like it. Why’d ya’ think I don’t?” If you were to persist, or even go down a spiral of why he shouldn’t, he’ll stop you, his icy gaze cutting through your words. “Not another peep outta ya.’” Before he distracts you. In Gin’s view, you can’t be lingering on certain topics once he’s teasing you again, right? But his teasing will have a little less bite this time, and lead its way to compliments that come across as more genuine than not.

Something Gin might do that confuses you is procuring skimpy clothes or lingerie for you, and leaving them out for you to wear. They’re often a size or two too small for you, and when you try them on, it’s nothing short of scandalous the way it squeezes into your flesh. It makes you wonder if he’s doing it intentionally, and don’t worry—he is. He’s a dick. His reasoning though, is that he’s quite enamored by the way straps look digging into your shoulders, or garters digging into your thighs, the way you spill out generously from a too-tight corset. He’s all simpering about it too, for instance, watching you parade around Hueco Mundo or Seireitei with a low-cut outfit that leaves your curves to no one’s imagination. In his defense, he can play the role of the “concerned,” “protective" lover in public if you get flustered, dragging you back home by the waist as he tells you, “Ya’ silly thing, why’d ya’ even go out wearing tha’ kinda stuff? Ya’ know what a sight ya’ are?” Hmm, I wonder why. At some point, you can’t trust his choices, and you have to hide your clothes from his alterations.

During sex, he likes having you on top so he can see your softer parts jiggle. He also enjoys seeing his fingerprints left on your skin, and is quite enamored with the marks tight clothing leaves on you. He may or may not pinch your fat rolls. He’s awful. You should break up with him, Y/N. If only the crazy dick wasn’t also good.

izuru kira— ;

Izuru thinks the world is a harsh and unforgiving place. The exact opposite of you and your body, and thus you become a sanctuary of sorts for him. He’s reverent—your entire body is as soft as a pillow, and he’s in desperate need of coddling from the world. What’s not to love?

Izuru especially likes running his hand along the dips and curves of your body when you’re bared before him, likening it to nature, the divine, his muse. And with him sweetly murmuring how you must have been spun from the gods’ silken hands themselves, how can you feel anything but beautiful?

Insecurities are undoubtedly a part of anyone with a body’s experience though, and if you’re ever particularly down about your appearance, Izuru is aghast. He assumes he’s at fault for making his muse think they’re unappreciated. He’ll show you some of his more, ahem, embarrassing haikus about you. If you want, he’ll even give you a mini performance, replete with his flushed cheeks, his gaze nervously darting to yours to gauge your reaction. Writing poems about you in secret is one thing, but having to perform them in front of you? If he didn’t love you so much, he thinks he could die of the embarrassment.

He accepts that there are things you’ll always dislike about yourself. If he were to list his own shortcomings, it would run miles. Izuru always lives in some kind of self-hating despair, but you—you’re his light. He hopes that by showing you how much he adores your body, you'll also come around to it.

If you’re ever pregnant and/or lactating, Izuru would love to suck on your breasts. Mommy kink confirmed. Even if the topic of trying for a baby baby has just been breached, you’ll sometimes catch him staring longingly at your breasts, before catching your eye and coughing, acting like he’s not. He’s mortified to admit just how... arousing he finds the thought of potential changes to your body.

Speaking of kinks, dying and other morbid things is something Izuru muses about often, but when it comes to you, something about these thoughts turns almost naughty. He’s embarrassed to admit it, but he thinks about being suffocated by your chest, or to suffocate with his face buried in your folds, your thighs caging his head. Sometimes these thoughts get him hard—dying is inevitable, and is a constant presence in a Shinigami’s life, but the thought of dying while wrapped up in your loved one? It’s somehow hot. Izuru is a bit too shy to mention these thoughts to you...

shuhei hisagi— ;

If you’re chubby, Shuhei finds the experience of going down on you even hotter. He’ll get nosebleeds at the thought of your thighs squeezing his head, his nose pressed into your slick folds until he can barely breathe, his hands coming up to grip your thighs as he groans at the give of them. Certified sub status.

Speaking of thighs, he loves to fuck them. Something about the thought is just hot—him squeezing your thighs together, his voice husky as he tells you to keep them clenched tight for him... good, just like that. Especially so if the head of his dick peeks through between them. He can literally cum from just that, his breath hitching at the sight of his seed streaked across them. It just makes him want to lick them even more.

Shuhei also kinda—don’t let him know you’re onto him—but when he’s really stressed from Seireitei Weekly deadlines, from his lieutenant duties, from seeming to run everything on his own? If you two are sitting on the couch together, he’ll just bury his face in your chest. It becomes a habit, and once he’s gotten over his hesitation, he’ll ask you for the boob pillow. Sometimes, when he’s so tense from everything, he’ll complain this way only, into your chest where it’s muffled and he doesn’t feel quite as much of a whiner and all he can think about is how soft you feel around him. You rubbing your hand through his head and listening to him complain is a nice touch.

He really likes hitting it from the back, where he can watch your plush ass bounce when his hips meet it. Also you on top, so he can see ever part of you.

His favorite part about you is how soft you are. Your tits pressing against his chest when he hugs you, the way he can dig into the softest parts of your thighs.

He would love it if you ever asked him to pick your outfits for the day, or week. He may not look it, but sometimes he sees a cool jacket or top that he thinks would love great on you, but he doesn’t wanna come across as weird and tell you how to dress. But he’d jump at the opportunity. Surprisingly his eye for fashion is pretty good, and he loves to get you punk outfits that compliment his.

toshiro hitsugaya— ;

He is traumatized from Rangiku’s boob smush. That being said, he does his best to ignore said assets from anyone, even if they are noticeable.

To be honest, it doesn’t really register to Toshiro that you being fat is something you should worry or be insecure about. If you mention it, he’ll blink and be like, “Yes. Your point being?” Truly, he thinks that appearances shouldn’t matter. He’s quite defensive about it, considering how people used to judge for looking too young for a captain.

If you ever mention being insecure, he’s conflicted. He wants to tell you that you’re perfect to him and you have nothing to worry about. But at the same time, he can’t quite bring himself to admit that. Toshiro’s tendency for bluntness and raw honesty is quite clumsy when it comes to declarations of affection. So he settles for showing you instead--with a fierce kiss, his arm tugging you forward

“Don’t be stupid,” he says sternly. “You’re per--fine just the way you are.”

He does try to show you how much you mean to him. Perhaps by upping the physical affection, which is a huge deal for Mr. Frigid and Icy. He’ll initiate hugs from behind, even in public.

If you continue to be insecure, he suggests--and he means this with no ill intention--some guides and strategies for self-love and shit. He finds it cheesy but he really wants to help you, while also not wanting to coddle you? He’s definitely had to look up research guides to relationships before, so he figures that’s a place to start.

As an adult, he’s pretty lean, so he also appreciates the size difference. Toshiro doesn’t treat you differently, hauling you onto his lap in those rare moments when he’s tired from paperwork and wants a pick-me-up, and has stopped giving a damn about decorum. But just picture grumpy Toshiro, nuzzling into your chest, asking for “Five more minutes,” because the feel of being wrapped around is much better than his hand cramping from all the papers he’s had to sign off of.

Ah. I’m loving the idea of Toshiro with a fuller boo and doing cute domestic shit. You feeding him curry you made while he hugs you from behind and complains that it’s too spicy (it’s not; he just has a piss-poor tolerance for spice). Napping with Toshiro on the couch on his day off and he cracks an eye open, a small smile curling his lips at the sight of you as he wraps an arm around you. Toshiro glowering at you when he’s in the rare mood for affection and you keep darting out of his grasp, until he pins you against the counter and steals a kiss from you while grumbling, “Finally.”

Rangiku thinks you’re the cutest couple, and definitely does her best to catch you two in the act of doing, what she deems, “cute couple activities.” More than once she’s walked in on you sitting in Toshiro’s lap, not even doing anything spicy, but just playing with his hair. It’s cute. She has totally taken blackmail pics. In her defense, her taicho never looks that soft with just anyone.

Body worship is big in the bedroom. Toshiro’s cold lips trailing your skin, his gaze heated. He may not be the best with words of affirmation, but he’s content to show you like this how much you mean to him.

#bleach x reader #hisagi x reader #toshiro x reader #izuru x reader #gin x reader #bleach headcanons #bleach smut #not sfw #bleach thots #tati writes #repost from my old blog

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veryfancydoilies · 2 months

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My Arthur Hastings Headcanons

🎼Arthur likes classical music. His mother is the person who introduced him, doing so by playing records all throughout the days. He inherited the records they used to play together after her death. He usually plays them while he’s writing or reading at home.

🏢Arthur’s flat in the Parade District is about the same size as Sally’s and quite clean. He's quite an organized person and rarely late for anything. On the walls, there are a couple of pieces of artwork that were once hung in the Hastings home, landscapes mostly, and a calendar with lots of notes and marks written on it (He marked Prudence’s birthday on this calendar as well as the day of the party we see in the game). He has a small collection of books in his bedroom, including novels that he doesn’t always finish reading though he tries. There's also a chess set that he and Percy used to play with. He's very fond of it but because he takes so much Joy, he doesn't remember its sentimental value. I like to think that if he went to visit his flat while at the Parade District during the game, he would take a chess piece as a memento.

🌌Stargazing was another activity that the Hastings brothers did together. At the camping trip Arthur snuck Percy into, Percy pointed out every constellation he saw and told some of the stories behind them while Arthur listened. If the plague wastrels weren't an issue, he would definitely lie down somewhere and look up at the stars. He probably thinks about Percy whilst he does that.

📖❤️Arthur likes to read romance novels. Actually he likes love stories in general and that explains why he was so giddy when listening to that wastrel couple talk in the Garden District.

🪑During his journey, Arthur spends lots of time sitting on the benches to either read a book he picked up along the way or just think. Arthur sitting on that swing at the start of the cutscene with Sally in the Garden District is a good representation of what he does in his free time.

🖋Has lovely handwriting. Like it's the kind of writing you would see on a Hallmark greeting card. He writes in cursive with lots of pretty loops.

🚪Definitely more of an introvert than an extrovert. Arthur values his alone time a lot. However, he doesn’t mind joining his co-workers for a drink at the pub sometimes after work. They’re friendly and he likes them (well, except Clive). He’s not particularly close to them, though. They don’t know his past but then again Wellies aren’t concerned with that sort of thing. Being an introvert isn’t the same as being shy, of course, and Arthur isn’t a shy person as it is shown numerous times in the game that he can talk to people with ease.

@unremarkablechap @we-joyless-few @sea-side-scribbles

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Task Force 141 + Hunger Games AU

Note: Headcanons for Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. Crash is only mentioned at the very end.

Warnings: Death, Violence, Animal Death (mentioned)

a/n: holy cow, hello hello everyone, it has been a minute! finals kicked my ass and work has been hectic but i finally had some time to write something! been rewatching (and rereading) the Hunger Games series and it got me thinking. Like, which districts would the 141 members be in, their Panem outfits, the arena they played, how they won their games and such.

i might make a part two, a version with Konig, Horangi, Alejandro, Rudy and maybe even Graves, let me know if y’all want that

still figuring out my new schedule, hopefully should have another work out soon! thanks for reading :)

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Price:

This comes with no surprise, but Price would come from District 4. Not just because of his love for fishing, this district would have prepared him for the Games.

Since this district makes the children start working at a younger age, he’ll know his way around a blade. He’d be fit too, given that his job would be physically demanding.

In the books it’s mentioned that District 4 is a Career District. With his training and other skills, he is one of many ‘perfect’ tributes to be picked for the Reapings

Price wouldn’t be the type of volunteer, but given the culture around the Games and also being in a Career District, he wouldn’t be as terrified if he was picked. And when he was chosen as a tribute, he'd be on the older side, at around seventeen, almost eighteen years old. There was a round of cheers when his name was called out. But like every tribute, he felt the pit of dread growing bigger as he gave a fake smile to the crowd before him.

Without a doubt, Price was one of the more popular tributes in the lineup. Yes he had the skills but there’s no denying that he was attractive. Even more so in his parade and interview outfit; his stylist basically made him look like a sea god, dressing him in dark greens, blue and accented with gold. He’s also polite during his conversation with Cesar, making him out to be a gentleman that people swoon over. In other words, he did not have a problem getting sponsors.

He’s basically an older Finnick Odair

The arena for his games is kind of a mix between the 74th and 75th games. Like, the Oregon coast. Mountains on one side, the ocean on the other. (Now that I’m writing this, I took a look on the official map of Panem and District 4 is basically the West Coast, AKA the environment he grew up in)

On the first day, Price manages to snag a spear. He participates in the bloodbath, taking out two tributes. He also makes a temporary alliance with the Career pack, only so he can pick out the supplies in the Cornucopia.

Got out of the alliance as soon as he could and made his way to the beach side of the arena. Finds a small cave on one end and makes it his base camp. Price stays there for a few days, avoiding other tributes. However, as the number of tributes got smaller, a huge wave pushed him back towards the mountain side.

The arena itself slowly floods, bringing the remaining tributes closer together. This isn’t much of an issue with Price but it is for the others. Half of them drowned and the rest of the Careers were picking each other off. And in the end, Price was the last one standing.

Came out of his games very traumatized, like everyone else. He starts smoking as a way to keep the edge off him. When he starts as a mentor, he basically becomes a chainsmoker in the weeks leading up and during the games.

Gaz:

Also from District 4. Like Price and everyone else in that district, he began working at a young age. He watched Price’s, Soap’s and Ghost’s games as he grew up, closely taking notes of each victor while also praying that he won’t get picked.

Unfortunately, he was about fifteen when he was reaped. Unlike Price though, it was evident that Gaz was terrified. He didn’t listen to anything as he slowly made his way up to the stage. The previous victors gave him a look of empathy.

Price has been an on and off mentor during the last ten years, so he’s seen his fair share of frightened children, but it broke his heart seeing Kyle put on a brave face as they made their introductions to each other.

In the past games that Price has mentored, he had two victors, which is pretty good compared to the other districts and even mentors. Knowing that Gaz was trained like him, Price was determined to keep him alive

Gaz had the same skills Price had when he was growing up. However, Price went into his games a little older than most, therefore he had more experience. During the tribute training, Gaz was advised to go into more blade work

During the parade and interviews, Gaz was decked out in blue, white and a lot of gold. It was a way for sponsors to take notice of him. He was also nicknamed “The Protege” with how similar he is to Price, with their training scores, skill sets and attitude.

It also seems like the arena was in favor for the District 4 tributes, a huge forest surrounding a large lake with a mini island in the middle. Since he was one of the only tributes who could swim a distance, he basically camps on that island for the time being, kind of doing the same thing in Price’s games.

Many have tried and failed to get to him. However, with the remaining five tributes, he was led back towards the cornucopia for the Feast. Unfortunately, Gaz had a couple close calls with how often he got tangled in the other tributes’ traps. Was fending one off while he was hanging upside down at some point

Final fight was between him and a Career boy. Gaz leads him into the lake and books it to the island. Unlike the Career, he knows he has the stamina to fight after he swims back. Had the upper hand for being faster than his opponent, winning the games

When he got back to the Capitol, he was greeted with a hug by Price.

Soap:

So, I’m torn between which district to put Johnny in. I can see him as a Career, especially with how he’s built. However, I feel like he’d win his games by blowing people up and someone from District 3 would have that knowledge. I also thought about putting him in District 12 but kids under 18 aren’t allowed to be in the mines.

I think overall, he would probably fit in District 1. Even with their close relationship with the Capitol, they were one of the first to rebel. So with that in mind, everyone in the district understood that the Games are overall a reality show. He was trained in the district academy but was probably coached by his parents to not come off as ‘bloodthirsty’, a common stereotype for the Career tributes

As the oldest son of the family (16 years old) he personally wouldn’t volunteer. If he were picked, then that’s that but there’s also the high chance of having someone take his place. However, if his younger brother gets picked, he’s gonna pull a Katniss.

Either way, he’s in the games. He and his district partner were decked out in blue silk with white rhinestones as accents for the parade. Made his tribute personality as the “bad boy with the heart of gold”. Worked very well, especially with his stylist giving him a mohawk and dressing him in dark blue leather. Was charming as hell during interviews, easily making him a crowd favorite.

Since his family works with chemicals to make luxury bath products, he has some knowledge of what goes together to make something blow up. He makes an off hand comment about it to his mentor. Before the start of the game, his stylist quietly informs him that he’ll get everything he needs for an explosive event.

The arena consists of large hills and old castle-like ruins on some of them. There are some trees and a field of tall grass. Has an unusual game plan for a Career. Once the gong rang, he books it to the Cornucopia, grabbing a supply bag and a weapon. Expecting to be involved with the blood bath, most tributes avoided him, even when he just ran off to the direction of an empty ruin.

Basically camps for the majority of the games. Watching and avoiding other tributes, also getting the proper chemicals via scavenging and sponsors. There are six of them left, including him, half of the Career pack and others from different districts. He needed one last thing for the bomb and the Feast had it.

Was the first to get to the Cornucopia, quickly taking his item. However, he wasn’t alone for long. The Careers figured out what he was doing with a large supply of chemicals and they convinced the others to form an alliance to stop him. But by complete accident, somehow everything got mixed together in the bag. Having no other choice, Johnny chucks the bag in the group's direction before running off. Next thing he knows is that he’s flying through the air and then blacking out

Wakes up in the Capitol as a winner and is known for being one of few victors to simultaneously kill multiple tributes

Ghost:

Hear me out on this, Simon can fit in a lot of districts. Hell, he can be a Career. However, I feel like District 10, aka Livestock, makes sense. There isn’t a lot of information about the district on the official wiki, however, reddit has some good ideas about it.

Like the rest of the guys, Simon was most likely trained to work at a somewhat young age. Working at a ranch includes a lot of physical labor, so at least he’ll be physically fit. Also in the CoD comics, it was shown that before he joined the military, he was training to be a butcher. And with that being said, he wouldn’t mind the blood and even killing. Yeah, it’s a terrible thing but in order to survive the games, you gotta win it and he knows that very well.

He’d probably start his work training when he turned twelve, which is also the same age for a child to get tesserae. With his father out of the picture, it was just him, Tommy and his mom. So once he started working and getting tesserae, his family’s lives slightly improved. Much to his mother’s sadness, he also understands that by getting more tesserae, his name would be added into the reaping bills.

He knew the risk and unfortunately, he paid the price. He was 17 when his name was pulled. Simon heard a woman scream in the background and he already knew it was his mother. Tommy was next to him, already on the verge of tears as he watched his older brother walk towards the stage.

There were only two victors in the last twenty years for District 10 but honestly, they were both in rough shape to be mentors. However, his district was assigned a new Capitol escort, a young woman named Kathrine Laswell. She was in her mid-twenties, always dressed in elegant gray dresses. She wasn’t flashy like the other Capitol citizens and was the only person that treated him and his district partner like human beings. Kate became their unofficial mentor, guiding them throughout the week and helping them get sponsors

During the Tribute Parade, he and his district partner also got new stylists. While District Ten tributes were often dressed as cowboys or put in a crude animal costume, this year they were dressed in all black with white metal panels, resembling skeleton bones. They were also given a mask, being the top half of a skeleton head. This new costume caught the attention of a few sponsors. Keeping with the skeleton motif, his suit for the interview had black stones stitched into his jacket, creating the outline of bones.

He was calm but serious during his interview, creating a mysterious air around him

Simon’s arena resembles an abandoned downtown city. It’s a couple city blocks long all around. The tributes start off in what looks like an overgrown football field, the Cornucopia being right in the middle. He was lucky enough to get a supply bag and a machete as he ran out of the field.

His training scores were higher than average but he wasn’t hunted by the Career pack just yet. Even with his large frame, he was good at keeping his movements quick and quiet. He avoided the other tributes, most of them running around the tall, decaying skyscrapers.

By complete accident, he found the edge of the arena and the force field around it. He throws rocks at it, all of them bouncing back at high speeds. Eventually, he throws one hard enough that instead of coming back instantly, there were brief sparks of electricity.

Simon uses this information when the male tribute from District 2 chased after him. Both of them were running at full speed and Ghost was leading. When they were close to the edge, he jumped to the side at the last second. He looks back, watching the tribute slam into the force field and briefly electrocute him. This caused a small blackout in that area of the arena.

And as a familiar pattern in the games, all of the remaining tributes were forced to move towards the center of the arena. Up until this point, Simon has only killed one person but during this time, he had to kill or be killed. For him, he was terrified with the fact of how killing others was almost as easy as butchering animals back in his home district. He was silent and quick, always telling himself that he’s giving others an easy and almost painless death.

In the end, he didn’t win by having a big all out battle. He won by stalking behind his opponent and slicing their neck, as if they were easy prey.

Becomes a mentor after he turns 18. He actually likes the role but the toll of seeing his tributes killed slowly eats at him. A couple years goes by and he mentors the younger sister of his former district partner. And that was the year where District 10 got another victor.

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